Meg
After being reassured like that, I decide to try to get out of my head. I am tired of those traitorous thoughts that float through my mind. They steal joy from me, and I’m determined to fight them back. I know it starts with me, and if Sterling is serious I don’t want to ruin this.
After asking him to lose his shirt, he chuckles. Sitting up, I think he is going to pull his shirt off, but he moves quickly. Pulling the shirt that is laying under me,the one he ripped open,he pulls my hands up and in the fastest most efficient motion ties my wrists together above my head.
“Uhhh, Sterling,” I ask. I know right now I should be freaking out. Honestly, I’m freaking out at how turned on this entire scene is making me. My underwear is soaked, and we haven’t even gotten started. He chuckles again and leans in to kiss me softly.
“Just trust me,” he says. I pull on my wrists and they are secure. Not too tight, but I won’t be getting out of them without his help.
“If you really don’t like it, just tell me and I’ll stop,” he says while he is unhooking my bra and pulling it off.My arms instinctively want to come down to cover up, but that is useless. He chuckles again and pulls his shirt off.
“Now it’s fair,” he says. His mouth taking my left nipple. I gasp and arch into him. He moves to give attention to theforgotten nipple. Gasping again, I feel him grin against my breast.Cocky son of a bitch, I think.
Before my brain can think too much his thigh comes up in-between my legs and brushes my center. It reminds my body of what I have been searching for. Automatically my hips start to ride his thigh. I’m reminded of the previous night where he teased me mercilessly. It just makes me hotter.
His knee retreats and his mouth moves down my soft stomach. I tense up a bit, but relax when he kisses and bites it. His tongue dips into my navel quickly and then he is on the move. Moving his large hand to my pants he unbuttons them and yanks them with my underwear down. He pulls them off completely.
I’m left laying there, totally exposed with my arms tied above my head. He is staring at me licking his lips. His shirtless upper body is rippling, each movement causes his tattoos to almost dance. He has them everywhere, I’m itching to lick and trace each one.
“Your turn,” I state simply. Wanting to see every inch of him.Tit for tat. They say. He looks at me darkly.
“Not yet, darling. I have plans for you first,” he chuckles. Climbing back onto the bed he resumes kissing and massaging my body. His thigh back in place I start to ride it again. The only other thing I can do without hands is lock my legs around his waist and kiss him back for all that I am worth. Which is what I do.
His day old stubble is slightly scratchy, and his calloused hands make for a lot of different sensations. I’m starting to climb that hill again, when he moves back. He starts kissing down my body again. His shoulders are between my legs.
My legs want to close instinctively, but that is impossible. He tsks me quietly and breaths on my center. Quickly he reachesup by my head to grab a pillow. He slides it under my hips to get a better angle and repositions himself.
“Now, lets get one thing straight. I am in charge of making you cum. That responsibility is MINE. Your job is to feel. Do you understand,” he demands. I gulp. I don’t know that I have any words.
“Tell me you understand, Meg. Use your words,” he taps my hip gently as a signal. My head begins to nod.
“Yes, I understand,” I say. He grins at me dangerously. Almost like he knows something that I don’t.
“Good, now back to business,” he states. His head dips down to my lips. He blows lightly on it and my hips move up. One of his large hands comes down on my lower pelvis to hold me in place. His other hand spreads open my lips. He blows again.
“Now I never said when you would come, just that it is my job to get you there,” he says darkly and moves his head to lick very lightly. I hear a low groan. Its coming from the back of my throat.
He begins to lick in rhythm. My hips try to move, but his hand is too strong. He is licking around my clit. It is so good, but not enough. Soon I feel a thick finger slowly moving into my core. He wiggles it around briefly. Then he makes the come hither motion. He hits that spot that I didn’t think existed and I see stars.
Only he stops short of giving me what I want. My arms keep trying to come down to get me off, but they are useless. Now I understand.
He stops suddenly and moves up my body. He looks me in the eyes, studying me. He kisses me briefly. While kissing me he sinks his middle finger into me again and presses his thumb against my clit lightly.
“How long do you think I can keep you here, on the edge like this,” he asks me darkly. Smirking at me. I’m panting like I have run a marathon. I don’t know how long we have been at this, but I feel like we are surely nearing the point where he will bring me to the edge and sailing over it.
“Answer me,” he demands quietly. Lightly tapping my clit. I didn’t realize he was waiting for a response.
“I don’t know, not much longer. Please,” I whine. I’m not ashamed to admit it. He chuckles darkly again. Causing my stomach to clench.
“It has only been 20 minutes, though. Surely we can go another 20,” he muses out loud. His finger makes that come hither motion inside me again.
“No, no, please, I don’t…I can’t…Sterling,” the words falling from my lips make no sense, but I don’t care.How does he do this to me every time?
“We will see,” he states mysteriously and inserts another finger into me. I’m sweating and panting. His thumb circles around my clit. He moves his mouth to my neck and starts sucking onthat spot.
“Oh god, please, please, please. Let me come,” the words are blurted out. I hear him chuckle again. He removes his fingers and stills.
“Please, please, please, I need it. Let me come, Sterling,” I say again. He places his fingers back inside me and is moving them in and out. Suddenly he pinches my clit. The mix of pleasure and pain sends me over the edge and I shout.
